It’s hailing outside right now, a very unusual sight here on the island. My thoughts are on Johnny who’s checking on the goats at one of our walking distance (but too far to just run home quick) fields. He should have taken the fleece neck warmer I tried to force on him, but who could have predicted this? Well, smarty pants, they didn’t–it wasn’t forecast and right now even the brightest of Irish meteorologists are surprised… the only job you could fail at so consistently and still have a faithful following. I should’ve been a weather girl. I’d be good at it too as I’m okay with making lots of mistakes, I have no problem admitting them, and I have been long admired for my “if at first (2nd, 3rd…) you don’t succeed…” attitude.
The Irish luuuv talking about the weather. Nothing wrong there, just noteworthy–if you are ever in Ireland and have a lull in conversation, bring up the weather. Then sit back, and enjoy the cup of tea they just served you and listen awhile. Heck, if you are ever in Ireland, stop by our place; the kettle is always warm.
Back in Maine we have a saying and it goes, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute.” In the time it took to write this, the storm has past and the sun is peaking out.
Johnny has arrived home safely with a few much appreciated pics of his own from his phone…
And speaking of hearts… did you notice the L-O-V-E raised beds in the second picture? They’re upside down and at an awkward angle, but worth a mention. Johnny made them for me last year